Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
Tu m'as quitt pour la belle Sylvie
Elle te quitte pour un autre amant
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie
Je t'aimerai te rptait Sylvie
L'eau coule encore elle a chang pourtant
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
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The joys of love are but a moment long
The pain of love endures the whole life long
I left everything for the ungrateful Sylvie
She left me and took another lover
Just as this water will flow gently
Towards this stream next to the field
I will love you, repeated Sylvie;
But the water still flows, she has changed even so
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
J'ai tout quittè pour l'ingrate Sylvie,
Elle me quit et se prend un autre amant
Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie
Je t'aimerai, me répétait Sylvie;
Mais l'eau coule encor, elle a changé pourtant
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Lean on Me - Bill Withers
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow.
But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow.
Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend.
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody
to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if have things you need to borrow.
For no one can fill those of your needs that you won't let show.
You just call on me brother when you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me when you't not strong, and I'll be your friend.
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna' need
somebody to lean on.
You just call on me brother if you need a friend.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry.
I'm right up the road, I'll share your load if you just call me.
Call me ( if you need a friend)
Call me
Here is the Michael Bolton Version of the same Song:
What can be the the most profound Question in the spiritual arena?
Is it a question on Afterlife? Is it about Eternity? Is it on Death?
Perspicacious people say "none of the above".
The most profound question is " Who am I".
An anecdot:
A mendicant met a person who was very erudite. Thro' difficult arguments he could refute most of the viewpoints presented by the mendicant.
Finally, the mendicant asked the person, " so, you are ceratin that your soul would go to heaven upon death."
"I am sure", he replied.
"Are you also sure that your body will be burned upon your death?", the mendicant asked again.
"Yes, I know that", the person replied.
"Then where will you be?", the mendicant asked the person.
So this is the dilemma and hence the most profound spiritual question is " Who am I ?" and not even "Who is God ?"
Have you noticed, all answers associated with the above question result in bad grammer or confusing expressions such as: -
1. The Self is
2. Self is nowhere and everywhere
3. You cannot know Self, but you can find it within
In fact, the third statement smacks of Jesus Christ's " The Kingdom of God is within you."
The first one reminds me of Yave's conversation with Moses, "I am what I am."
Michael Jackson had set out on this Search of Identity at a lower mental plane thro' the avenue available to him, and as you say, the nuances and subtlities of his Search expressed thro' his music would have made him subliminally closer to a million hearts.
The King of POP is dead.
There is something in Michael that strikes the chord with the strands of the DNA of our generation..I think there is no denying that. However complicated a person he was, there is something in his music which was thrilling even to the ears of God.
All his struggle with life boils down to his unsuccessful search for his own identity. I think this was the hallmark of creative individuals of our generation. May be, still is. We stood at the threshold of a crtical mass transfromation in the generational shift of entropy from one energy state to another. Herenow we still are. One towards the left where some of us lost the battle and and got confused and still struggling to cope with this trauma. I think Michael belongs to this side.
Then one towards the right. Some of us who begin to collect ourselves together and begin to win the battle by letting ourselves go deeper into the mysteries of our own identity and gradually and subtly coming to terms with it.
There is a large mass of people in our generation and every generation who simply gets left out in the dark alleys of unconsciousness..
I respect Michael for the courage he has shown to himself for his struggle of identity even though he lost the battle in this lifetime.
May be Madonna will set a different example!!
watch out.
Thomachen
Published by Thomas John Philip Nalloor
Thommy Upadeshi was born in a very poor family of the Kunnamkulam Mar
Thoma Parish in 1881. After his basic education, he became a teacher. But after
few years of teaching, he became a full time evangelist in the Mar Thoma church.
Rev. C.M. Joseph, Vicar of the Kunnamkulam Parish encouraged him in his
Gospel work. Titus II Metropolitan appointed him as evangelist in Trichur and
Perumbavoor.
Even though he did not have any formal theological training, he was a walking
encyclopedia of Bible. He became an exponent of the Bible by reading it many
times. In due course of time, he learned Tamil. He was never rich financially;
whatever he got he shared with the poor people for their upliftment.
He was a blessed Hymn writer. In 1905, he published a Hymn Book “Vishudha
Geethangal”, comprising of 136 hymns. His language is simple and even illiterate
people can enjoy them. The following hymns in our book are written by him: 3
(3), 11(10), 12(11), 30(28), 56(56), 61(61), 67(67), 70(70), 71(71), 73(73), 96(96),
130(111), 135(126), 145(136), 243(221), 247(225), 286(286), 295(281),
345(345), 351(351), 366(242), 368(251).
In 1919, there was an outbreak of cholera in Kunnamkulam and many people
died. Thommy Upadesi volunteered to treat the patients and was eventually
infected with cholera. He passed away on Wednesday, 10 July, 1919, at the age
of 38.
Even though he died at a very young age, his hymns still live in the hearts of
Malayali Christians irrespective of their group differences. His hymn (No 67)
“Ennodullha nin Sarva nanmakalhkkayi njaan / Enthu cheyyendu ninakkeshu
para-ippolh”, is a great and popular hymn which can be sung at any occasion be
it a marriage, birthday, worship time, send off meeting, house warming or
funeral.
Another Hymn” Enthathi-shayame! Daivaththin sneham Ethrra-manoharame!
athu..” is loved and even sung by non Christians.
The word 'soul' means an integrated unity within you. It comes out of great fatal decisions.
The more you decide and the more risky the decision is, the more integrated you become, crystallized.
Immortality is not continuity in time, but participation, by knowledge of identity, in the Consciousness and Entity of eternal Divine.
Virtue is a by-product, it is not a discipline. It follows awareness like a shadow, a consequence.
God is not an object! God is your withiness. It is not in the object of concentration. It is in the subjectivity of meditation. He is you.
The inner voice is not a voice, it is silence. It says nothing.It gestures towards something, but it says nothing. The inner voice is not a voice.
If you are still hearing some voice, it is not inner. 'Inner Voice' is a misnomer, it is not the right word. Only silence is inner. All voices are from the outside.
Zen wants you to see that your defeat is a belief, your victory is a belief, your strength is a belief, your weakness is a belief, your being a sinner is a belief,
your being a saint is a belief. All are beliefs, mind-concepts, mind-games.Your God is a meta-game.
Hyku:
Silencing the glitter
of the stars -
night rains.
From Nikos Kazantzakis:
The stars were shining, the sea was sighing and licking the shells, a glow-worm lit under its belly its little erotic lantern.
Night's hair was streaming with dew.
----- Original Message -----
From: Thomas Samuel
To: Jimmy George ; Thanki
Sent: Wednesday, June 03, 2009 9:06 AM
Subject: East or West... We are the best.
Dear Jimmy/Thanki,
We, in the Eastern culture, take pride in our spiritual heritage.
Look at what is happening in the West.
GM is delisted from Dow Jones after 83 years! It is bankrupt. The brand is heading eastward. China is buying the famous Hummer brand of GM!!
This is a huge revolution unfolding in 21st century. We have to take note of this..
Why do people realize the great things only from history? Is that why history is history??
The East is now getting spiritually bankrupt and the West is now getting materialistically bankrupt. I think the harmonic balance between the East and West is on the horizon...
People like you are very much needed in this age. don't sleep... Wake up!!!
The westerners are now very eager to enjoy the experience of spiritual dining with us..
There is a huge wave of transformation of consciousness lurking in the turbulent winds of major shake-ups in the business world of the west.
There are only a very few people who can discern this transformation. You are one of those rare gems. Let the brilliance show!